Page 67 of SEAL's Spitfire
Meghan laughed at how gently he placed her on the bed after the way he’d swung her into his arms in the hallway. The thrill of the moment. Then he probably remembered her broken ribs.
“I’ve waited my whole life to have you in my arms, in my bed, in my heart.”
She understood the feeling. They’d only known each other for a couple of months, and most of that time had been spent apart, but she’d never felt closer to another human being in her life. He was the missing part of her heart, the reason why no one had ever swept her off her feet. One of these days, she was going to have to send Delta Airlines a thank you for canceling their flight.
Rafe pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes then stretched out next to her on the bed. “When I found you in the compound, I wondered if I’d ever be able to look into your big green eyes again. I thought I’d lost you.” As he spoke, he leaned his forehead against hers and she felt him shudder.
“When they dragged me out of that jeep in the desert, I thought the same thing. Then when they didn’t bring me to Azfaar and threw me in the cell, I figured my life was over.”
“Tex had that tracker in your phone so he knew pretty much where you were all the time. And he was able to let us know about where you were. You were smart to keep it with you for as long as you did. It’s what saved his ass for letting you go over there.”
“I told you…” She didn’t have a chance to tell him for the fifteen millionth time that she’d have gone with or without Tex’s help. He took possession of her mouth. His tongue swept in and stole her words and her breath. Straddling her body, he balanced on his arms hands instead of leaning on her. But that wasn’t close enough. Her need for him was so intense she didn’t care if her ribs cracked all over again.
Reaching around his waist, she tried to pull him against her, but he resisted, and deepened the kiss until her toes curled. When she was breathless and dazed, he pulled away and gave her the sexiest smile she’d ever seen. If the kiss hadn’t already lit her on fire that grin would have.
“Is there something you want, my little Spitfire?”
“Yes, dammit. Are you going to make me beg?”
“I should after what you did, but I’d be torturing both of us.”
“So, big guy, what are you waiting for?”
“Are you sure you want this?”
“Hell, yes. Now, make love to me. Pretty please.” Batting her eyelashes, she tried to look alluring.
Rafe didn’t say a word, didn’t have to. He stood up opened the bedside table and pulled out a box of condoms. A whole box. His eyes burned with passion and her body answered. Then he removed his jeans, slowly, so she could get a good look at all of him. She’d dreamed about this moment, imagined what he’d look like, but nothing prepared her for the reality.
Over six foot of sheer muscle, chiseled to perfection, and multiple scars proving his warrior status. Licking her lips, she tried to speak but her words caught in her throat. But he read her mind.
“You’ve got way too much on.” Hell yeah she did. Sitting up, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor. For a few heartbeats she was self-conscious about her body, not the curves, she was proud of those, but the bruises that still covered her stomach and chest. She didn’t want those to be a distraction, and it had been another reason she’d asked Chrissy to take her shopping for some sexy lingerie. Seeing his look of appreciation, made it more than worth all the money she’d spent.
Kneeling, she undid the button and lowered the zipper on her jeans. As she shimmied out of them, she held her breath as she waited for his reaction. It was the first time he’d be able to see the remnants of her captivity, and she was sure he’d noticed her hesitation.
Climbing back onto the bed he slid down next to her and pulled her into his arms. “You are absolutely the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”
“But…”
“No buts. You are the most beautiful woman in the world from the top of your head of black locks to the tiny soles of your feet. I love all of you, every curve, every dimple, and yes, every bruise. Although I hate knowing how you suffered. Never think for one moment that you’re not perfect and always will be, even when we’re old and wrinkly.”
Once again, he’d made tears glisten in her eyes. What woman wouldn’t want their man to believe they were beautiful? But she was a realist, and knew she was far from it, but that he believed it was all that mattered.
He brushed his thumb under her eyes and caught a tear before it slipped down her cheek. “No more tears, sweetheart.” Leaning down, he kissed each eyelid, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and then her lips reigniting the fire in both of them.
“Please, Rafe, I need you.” He didn’t answer but continued to kiss and lick his way down her body. He kissed every bruise and took extra care not to put any pressure on her ribs. Then he spread her legs and the first touch of his tongue on her clit, almost sent her off the bed. Her fingers clenched in the bedding, as she pushed against him, wanting more. When he took her clit into his mouth and sucked, she arched up off the bed and shuddered as the orgasm shook her to her core.
He didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. Already licking and sucking up her juices before sliding a finger inside. Slowly he thrust in and out until her muscles tensed and every nerve in her body burned with desire. Then she came apart into a million little pieces of pleasure.
She’d never experienced anything like the mind-numbing orgasm he’d given her. And she wanted more, but not this way.
“I need you.”
“I know, sweetheart.” He grabbed a condom and slid it on. “I’ll go slow. If anything hurts tell me and I’ll stop. Promise.”
“I promise.” Her breath caught as the tip of his cock rubbed against her clit and then pushed against her opening. It was for her, she knew it, but it was too slow. She needed him inside, to fill her. Grabbing his shoulders, she arched her back, pushing him further inside.
“Easy, I don’t want to hurt you.”
